I Know What I Want To Say


I know what I want to say
Don’t want to come off as a creep
I’ll keep my thoughts to myself
Though I can’t help to take a peek
You’re beautiful & make me smile
I hear your laugh resonate
I wish I could tell you my truth
But propriety makes me hesitate


I Know Why You Don’t Have Panty Lines





I know why you don’t have panty lines
You’re looking great in that pencil skirt
My mind does dizzying things when you smile
I focus on your delectable lips, so moist & pert
I grow quiet – I don’t wish to be taken as a fool
So you don’t notice me, I’m cast off as a clumsy guy
I’ll keep your secrets as you’re mistreated again
All the while, your laundry’s hanging out to dry

A Clear Path To Happiness





A clear path to happiness
But where do we go from here
Tired & weary from toilsome tasks
Self loathing; the harbinger of fear
But there’s always the simple life
Cherishing each blessing bestowed
Smiling each morning with gratitude
Embracing & not dreading your load
Taking it up again with the sun
Another day to provide what you reap
Responsibility can be a small miracle
Reflecting the love that you keep


Pirate Prep


Pirate Prep

Slow reveal behind the mask

But there’s no dick pics

No matter how politely you ask

I’m gonna keep something for me

Reality to keep up with illusion

You’re drooling over my secrets

Obviously tainted by your delusion

*Yes, I keep using this pic, but only because it is one of my favorites

** No, I’m not usually this vain


I Won’t Listen


I won’t listen
To whispers & how you judge
I’m quite adamant in my refusal
I’ll pay no heed to your rude little nudge
You can keep your disciplines
They’re not worthy for me to see
I’ll continue to write how I authentically feel
For I’m the the best at being me


Kitty Hawk Nights


Kitty Hawk nights
Looking up at the stars
Lonely moments
Wondering where you are
Keeping to my thoughts
As the moon begins to wane
Silently I stand my watch
Pacific waters are my bane


Deconstructing Rants


Deconstructing rants
Working to uncover a gem
They’re trying to suffocate my soul
But to hell with them
I’m going to keep being me
As if anyone had a choice
Keep pounding those keys
Digging deep for my authentic voice


Every Day I’m Working On My Soul


Every day I’m working on my soul
Trial & error to recover the purity of this heart
I’m not always proud of my checkered past
But the moments aren’t offered a la carte
I need to keep moving in spite of failures
Keep my legs churning until the sun shines
One day I will succeed in my own eyes
Wherever I go, I take a hope & love of mine


I Don’t Think You’re Better Than Me


I don’t think you’re better than me
Running tired fingers through my hair
You’re an apparition of your feeble mind
A moment forgotten – vanished in the air
Though your hatred is real enough today
I’ll gently ask you to keep your composure
A gentleman shall not tolerate outbursts
Besides, your ineptitude is dying of exposure


Pablo Neruda


“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
― Pablo Neruda